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THE BURNING GORGEOUS : seven 21st century poets anthology is now available. I have 40 pages in this anthology, and I am privileged to be in...

what Iggy doesn't make clear is that The Passenger happens in slowmotion I think these are quaaludes and we are floating everything is o...

whaT ISA fillmore east? dissociate vida tricolon into the other revolution icast ica ico knitwear knitwear drop't so it drop't from ...

his breath talked to the switchblade...he dropped Ali on the last parasite—William Burroughs if I could reach out and touch you realise you ...

these thoughts do not even feel as though they begin here their beginning is all of mystery and nowhere would you not as I would give all th...

let me not have lived in vain—Tycho Brahe Alle of this day has been of Flowers but I elect Murder as a better pastime have you forgotten us ...

despite being the biggest organ yet built in England —Radio 4 no no it is paler for the dryness not greener and if a grass snake could be d...

kill your mother with an old-fashioned telephone box London 1965 raise it high the river roars listen listen watch her agog as she descends ...

slask slash i mean you und me it is chicago i mean leeds i have you here delicate as ice the way forward the way baby baby we are now no lon...

At any rate I can safely say that there is not a petticoat in the whole history —H Rider Haggard Wow you've got a very clean inbox! —Win...

the man walks in the house I don't mean into he doesn't crash he is already in and walking in the woman looks out of the window then...

it is 3am and I am banging on the bongoes there is a sort of darkness but I am banging on the bongoes bang bang bang I go on the old linden ...

I can't do anything with this woman I can't shape her she just is I don't know if I can deal with it my head has become a wild c...

you who will never learn anything you anarchist you waterfall how can you be your mother all over like that she is also beautiful and waywar...

you are seven years old and you often cry still you wear yellow pyjamas your brother hugs you and takes off your shoes he is mischievous ...

so sweetly tonight the light —tomorrow .

(I would were I not subjunctively consumed by the waste/waist such consumption is the province of raMpaging male hippoi between which and th...

me and you looking at chimpanzees grimacing a little examining lizards fuck looking at each other, wondering the sun coming up agreeing with...

the trains always come in like this now dead and slow and black almost identical to how they went out almost something happens out there the...

studies suggest that two thirds of us would like to have them out with a blow to the head —the process is called soil-liquefaction—it is the...

the therapy is dramatised as a game in which the analyst outwits the clientess small forms scatter from her aura one believes that it is pos...

Thou shalt commit adultery— King James Bible, first edition 1611 not everyone is entitled to an opinion if a stranger down some dark side ro...

a fine man who came from Portugal that fell in a river well this fine man a thing came over him started wearing a hat and not going out on S...

Far off in drowsy valleys/Where the meadow saffrons blow —WB Yeats Meadow Saffron: all parts of this species are deadly poisonous. Do not co...

please say ack ack ack to the folks that I knew we'll meet again outside the rainhouse he showers in floods things ain't what they b...

through the glass prismatic the light the shudder the skein off the table into the wall the smoke the cable the arch of the jug jug somethin...

a bad/bad thing what blew windows in Facebook : this name felt an earthquake Facebook : today I found myself while washing a tree Facebook :...

it was me that shot those two old guys walking home down Lawkholme Lane last Saturday in the rain I want to confess I sat there gawking at t...

I am almost sure that an invisible man keeps entering my house I hear him ascending the stairs I almost see him standing there saying nothin...

staring at the back of the guy's head in front as we ride up into the mountains he keeps turning around pretending to cough he is an old...

so she walks out of the bus station just before the bus blows up she sits behind some guy with spots on his neck she's going somewhere f...

when no one else can understand me when everything I do is wrong fuck this is someone else's song you yes I mean you are a turtle flappi...

imagine this wild shit then you and your brother in the trees, how you howl and squawk then a tiger runs up and grabs you all around the wai...

if I had ever known my father I would like to have embraced him before sticking a gun in his mouth I think anchovies can't jump, but I d...

look I got a ton of shit I brought it in on a yacht I am in a carpark by myself at 2am you want it or not? one ton of shit you want it? I am...

this love of the dead I look down your top every chance I get as though the memory might sustain me as though I might store it as I fly into...

hugged little faces in blue adventure —wild TV light .

I forget myself and devolve into diary poetry. That's sort of okay. It's a function anyway. Means you are sort of alive. But poetry ...

today I don't feel you out there like you are a book that fell from the hand of a sleeper you and the story lights out— Brer Rabbit look...

ee are a maran key shon lay may ugh flet sey ogre un parti ey wey .

O wailing gorilla who danced while at his fat mama he glanced crikey hey look at me he criked from his tree I'm almost quite every advan...

this ran orange alert by the castle but really that guy was dead three hours ago they stood around watching a car in a lake Jacques Brel sou...

I am a monk in a tree with a gun in my ass a cool nun holds the trigger this is nothing but my latest attempt to enter Space as an amateur I...

eyes out on two long stalks the lecherous old pig frequents the local student bar for gawks .

lugeto veneres cupidinesque —Catullus as in a tabula raga/rasa that off with the fairies drifted through much fog —No One Molon Labe —Terse ...

there once was a tyger whose heart was quite black fear yet me he cried whose heart was quite black a peacock happened there in that tyger...

men die quicker because they are heartbroken at the age of four introduced to the violent resolution of conflict taught that no one is to be...

Oradour like a bubble they don't lick your fucking toes these guys (Plains Indians/Tibet Das Reich) every letter a word tell you what .

each human a saccade in which we sincarnate a stroboscope of serial-slow suspension a line of leading lights out from the lee a staccato spa...

all night he looks he can't help himself for somehow the fact that her nose moves like a little animal when she smiles has eclipsed all ...

a tongue and a glottis a cutoff with a flop all you need for the mythic glot- tal stop .

with clothes flapping wildly the killer on the roof looks along the railtrack mildly aloof .

I expected the Trojan Horse (that was par for the course) but the Trojan Rhino was a new one on me it jumped right out of my infected PC ran...

the same city on the same day —Carl Sagan after coitus a tentacled lovecraft that wriggles pink wild panicked in the retreat it is sea purpl...

More Head spoke of a general Gordon who unspeared by running the time back from Mahdis to where they ran as ichor and afreets into the sand ...

on the mountainside a dead channel suddenly opens on the cracked radio a thin human voice calls out come back you say through your broken le...

Diana Krall suddenly became the synchronous other-end-arc of a feedback loop when someone sent me a link from Italy that could be closure an...

this inequality of purpose creates a gyring motion out of which he spins find himself out of shape, pressed flat, immobile it is as though a...

hard labour giving birth to a whole hedgehog

middle-aged woman pedalling a little badger

a lighter burning my arm the day dies there

John runs over a big lizard today then it pops back up

a tortoise walked by as we picked tomatoes nothing then

you have a gun to the head of the Son of God it is ten seconds before 0 AD and you are there you are a laughing waterfall in this scene that...

cigarettes pile up like little corpses the night smokes

man on a cross in the shimmer of distance sniper rifle

a watch and a strap my wrist all scars and time

car in a ditch rabbits look through dark grass

three miles away this murder happened you can see that far

the pine tree lowers its limbs snowy children .

a hedgehog unrolls the car the lane the light run backwards baby

teeth and your big eyes the slow day of the Dead .

we are all fucked up but some of us are fucking back —Madeleine Shine the parakeet killer in the treehouse replete with love stirs himself t...

we are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at two years —Stephen Fry oh my memory has changed around this it comes back as electric...

and when he answered "your duty to your husband and children", she demurred —Germaine Greer fifty even forty years ago these women...

new grass through late snow an error of 1/1000 of a second in the GPS time differential between satellite and receiver will result in a posi...

this night she had calm all over her that quiet inhuman settlement that they have before they jump but she was approximate I reached out for...

after a few weeks of this new start though she could see he was trying she could also see that it wasn't working oh she loved him and ev...

four and a half centuries since last a poking with a stick all the windows broken back then paint covers the car the police flee the scene t...

if we don't kill Julian Assange any one of us could be fucked in the ass at any time during our sleep even the most innocent rapist or c...

it is hard to know the qualitative difference outside of psychology of penetration or penetration but in the twilight one feels more like sa...

as though descending into a heat sink or synch of coldness reached by the going of stairs the falling not the rising or the strings or nosin...

only last night in the little house surrounded by ice the radio began and it ran and ran with a story of a man whose mother died when he was...

this wind could you believe it your face like a tree looking out the linden trees all astir another moment I can't believe and the drain...

the entire crew thrown askance by the presence of a female things they wouldn't do they wear stalking "cologne" reeks along t...

white houses of shadow frost —one bird hops .

If you were in Hell and the Pope decided that the particular offence you had been damned for was no longer that bad in your particular case,...

La Rage —sing, goddess, of the Rabies of Achilles the Pope now has an HIV-infected Gay lover —this has led to a considerable softening of hi...

let the hurt run deep your hands poised there look at them the big gun fretting at its work there in the market mid-afternoon buying wool fo...

alle kunst ist umsunst wenn der engel auf dem zundloch brunst (all technology is in vain if the angel urinates on your musket) —Austrian f...

this new assembly of inexplicable light this alchemy of far things churchheads in spate the animal forces of electric the song as lungs of f...

"I have a set of ethics. If you don't like them I have another set." —Groucho Marx.

them kaisers need the bodies to earth their magic —Madeleine Shine (don't get me wrong I would eat a domestic cat if that was the done t...

the killer at the station clutching the memory of his moth mother the killer at the playstation clutching the mammary of his disease doublet...

Oh do me Jacques Brel all night

the advance the slip the pitch who can remember these words when needed? or their human configurations it was a black place it is late alrea...

it's late and the trees it's late and the trees are in hoot it's late and the trees hot gather sole cahoot it's late the man...

not to be abusive exactly nor to be kind exactly but to cut him down they are not unkind everything you need to know about this other human ...

You are lying; the fish have spoken —Paul Gauguin in this myth you are the spray from his mouth the keyboard lies there empty there are gods...

so full am I so rain and low pressure so cyclonic with the urge to love you in mountains and across wet pools (now tell me they contain redu...

hands in your hair your hair your hair of olive wind if a language flowing outward if filaments of memory if even the trees if everything he...

you will never understand this because the sky does not lower for examination this magic rabbit more or less flies over the road singing as ...

these lies these lies these lies what are you thinking you are a haze of flies in a field somewhere I don't know where maybe far away in...

tundra, nothing escaping this dream and gas head whole head you want more I have only holding so full of love am I ript from the shades your...